Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1172

Myles wanted to burst into laughter, but the pain wracking his body snuffed out any trace of humor.

"Kenzo, have you lost your mind? Where's that calm and collected facade now?"

Ah, but that was a mistake to say. Hadn't Kenzo been mad the moment he stepped into this mess?

A dangerous glint passed through Kenzo's eyes as he gripped Myles' throat. "I'm not in the mood for chitchat. Hypnotize her, and I'll let you go."

Myles paled, days of torture having brought him back to harsh reality. He realized he wasn't the King; he was just Myles, a hypnotist. No matter how closely he mimicked, it was all just a poor imitation. He wasn't the King, not the oil baron with power over storms, just a shadow, easily overlooked.

And his obsession with Brielle? Was it just to mimic more convincingly, knowing the King's obsession with her, or had he hypnotized himself into this fixation?

this was a testament to his skill but also his folly. A grave misstep. That's why many in this line of work ended

was hoarse as he threw Myles to the ground. Myles landed awkwardly, one leg scraped to the bone from the torture. He was lucid now, wanting only to survive. The situation was dire;

from the pain in her stomach, her face deathly pale. "Kenzo,

stormy. Who else to blame but her for his transformation? It was she who had willingly

breath,

Myles. But now, her resistance was clear. Kenzo's

stiffened, her eyes snapping open. Kenzo slowly crouched, his fingers tracing her lips. "I actually wanted to kill you myself, but I can't seem to

of his

played so many roles over the years, yet now, he felt he couldn't continue his act

was cold, "Fine, I'll

environment turned even more hostile. Myles was about to start the hypnosis when the ground beneath them began to shift, though slowly. Just

started. Despite the minimal water, the soil was collapsing. There was no time for